Went to Pafuri picnic spot in September. (There is a trip report out there somewhere.)
Around lunchtime we were sitting preparing "brunch". (Always seems to happen there.) The atmosphere was blissfully serene and quiet.
Suddenly the peace was shattered by a loud and imperious British lady's voice, ringing around the spot.
"MABEL, WHEAR ARE MY BYENOCULARRS!!"
The pandemonium was something to behold, Boere choking on there beers (Wat soek daai vrou!?), Frank the attendant jumping up and scanning around in a panic, and everyone generally checking the positions of any binocs in sight!
(Funny how, I think, that accent and tone of voice still has every local jumping, 100 years after "independence"! )
I cast my eyes around and spotted two old bats, about BB's age, dressed like Sophia Loren, one at either end of the huge site. Both were a little the worse for wear...
(Once you walk with your glass held in front of you, slightly above shoulder height, you know the battle is lost!)
Unfortunately Mabel had slipped into the "Ladies'", and Hilda received no reply, and continued alternately muttering and exclaiming about the "peaceful setting"!
Everyone was still nervous and polite, except for an "unnamed forumite", (not me!), who was raucously egging Hilda on!
The two ladies' companion/driver/butler/partner, a distinguished gentleman, blissfully surveyed the scene, obviously well into the "spirit of things", but mute. I think it was relatively peaceful for him just being out of the confines of the car!
Eventually Mabel emerged, much to everyone's relief!
"OH THERE YOU ARE, MABEL! MY BINOCULAHS, DARLING?"
As the audience waited with bated breath, Mabel simply lifted up the article in question, which had mercifully been around her neck!
"THANK GOD, DEAR, I THOUGHT I'D LEFT THEM IN CAMP!!"
They left after their pitstop, and peace descended once more!
(Except for some wisecracks shouting to their spouses to find their binoculars!)
Needless to say, it was a memorable experience and we had a lot of fun speaking "high British" for the rest of the trip!
Maybe you had to be there, but if you go to Pafuri, ask Frank about the "lost binocs". I'm sure he'll remember!
BTW, real names have been altered!